Meng Yunhan wrapped her arms around Yun Hao's neck, smiling, "Ahao, do you have an eight-pack ab?"
Yun Hao carefully set Meng Yunhan down on the bed, covering her with the quilt, then promptly stripped off his shirt, revealing his abs.
"Wife, are you talking about these abs?"
Under the dim warm light, his chiseled abs almost made Meng Yunhan drool.
She hadn't really paid attention before.
"Ahao, come over and let me touch." Meng Yunhan cooed sweetly, beckoning Yun Hao with her finger.
Yun Hao especially enjoyed seeing his wife look at him with adoring eyes, it was incredibly satisfying while bringing him joy.
"Are you cold?"
It was October already. Wouldn't it be cold taking off your shirt like that?
Yun Hao shook his head, "Not cold."
Meng Yunhan ran her fingers over his abs, "So handsome."
This was honestly the first time she took a closer look at Ahao's abs.
"Wife, as long as you like it." Yun Hao's voice was incredibly gentle.
She had her fill of touch.